Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“Careful.” I groan. Tova’s words are as intoxicating as her hand that starts to stroke me.
“I don’t want to be careful. We’ve lost enough time.” I grip the armrests again, my hands having a slight shake to them.
My wife is a goddess sent from the depths of hell. She’ll destroy me, or maybe, just maybe, she’ll save me. God knows there is no saving her from me.
Chapter Nineteen
TOVA
My husband appears in pain as he grips the armrests of his chair so tightly I hear them groan. I could see the wariness in Warren’s eyes when he admitted that it was by his design that my family ended up here. That I was always going to be his one way or another.
I think he believes that might scare me or make me mad. It has done the opposite. Call me crazy, but his confession made me feel powerful. Neither of us has been good with our communication. Then again, it's not as though we have gotten much of a chance to really speak on these things.
“Did you think I didn’t want you?” I move my hand back and forth, stroking the hard outline of his cock through his slacks.
“They wanted you to marry my brother.” Warren’s eyes bore into me. “I would have killed them before I ever allowed that to happen.” His expression might scare most, but if what Warren is telling me is true, I’ll never fear him, at least not for myself.
“I have never wanted anyone but you, Warren. It used to break my heart when I thought you didn’t see me.”
“I’ve always seen you, little mouse. In fact, I think you’re all I see.” My fingers go for his belt, wanting to show him how badly I do want him. Warren doesn’t stop me as I undo it and then the button on his slacks. He lifts slightly for me so I can reach in, my fingers wrapping around his cock to free him.
“Oh shit.” I gasp when it springs free between us. “That’s big.”
“Tova.” Warren grinds out my name through clenched teeth.
“What? It will split me in half!” I exclaim way too loudly. A bark of laughter comes from Warren. It sounds almost painful. His cock jerks in my hand.
“It will fit.”
“Math wasn’t my strong subject, Warren, but I’m not sure you’re right,” I tease.
“I won’t hurt you.” I’m pretty sure that’s inevitable with me being a virgin, but I keep that thought to myself. I get the sense if I tell him that, he might never punch that card for me. That he will continue to try to protect me even from himself.
“It’s soft.” I didn’t expect it to feel both soft and incredibly hard at the same time. I lick my bottom lip as I slowly stroke his cock; a bead of cum forms on the head of it that is angry and red, begging for attention. Last night he’d made me come twice, and then I’d passed out on him.
“It’s never soft when you’re around.”
“Really?” I smirk. Warren is telling me facts, and he doesn’t have a clue that it’s stroking my ego and spurring me on. It makes more of the shyness I have around sex slip away.
“I didn’t masturbate before you came along.” I stare at my husband, wondering if I’d heard him wrong.
“You don’t masturbate?”
“I do now.”
“But what did you do when you got all turned on?” I wiggle closer to him as I keep stroking him so that his cock is nearly pressed against my panties. His shirt that I’m wearing has bunched up around my waist. A low pulse sparks to life between my thighs.
“I didn’t.” His words shock the crap out of me.
“You didn’t?” I stop stroking him. Warren audibly swallows. How do I have this powerful man who spent the eve of our wedding beating the crap out of someone in the palm of my hand?
“I dream of you. Vivid dreams of me eating your pussy, fucking you.” My stomach tightens. “That was the first time I masturbated. What about you, little mouse? Do you touch yourself?” I nod. “Tell me.” He wraps his hand around mine, squeezing tighter on his cock. With his other hand, he pulls my panties to the side, his eyes going to my sex. He moves his hand over mine to show me how to make him feel good. “Tell me,” he orders with more force this time. My nipples tighten. When he barks orders, it can piss me off; it can also really turn me on.
“I read dirty books.”
“Ones about sucking your boss off under the desk.” Do I hear a hint of jealousy?
“When I started to read them, the men would be faceless. I didn’t have anyone in mind, but then you came along, and suddenly they had a face. All of them are you.”